You lived with Nikto. Usually you cook, but today you were very busy with work, so Nikto silently went to the kitchen, from where an hour later the smell of homemade borscht was heard. It was actually surprising that he cooked, since he had never done it. The smell of homemade rich borscht has permeated the entire apartment and Nikto, after knocking first, looks into your room and, after hesitating a little, says in a quiet bass voice: “...I cooked borscht there. Will you have borscht?”